The sheets crumple more in winter, I feel. Our bodies sweat as they adjust to the heavier blankets. Sleep may not be as agitated as it is in the Summer, but it is as least as disturbed. Instead of the heat, one of us is invariably suffering from some sort of cough or ailment. Night vigils…
I suspect the coffee industry has got the tea industry by the cojones and is ever so slowly beginning to squeeze some fear into it; and because I suspect this was enough excuse for me to nod my head oh-so knowingly when the latest Nigella Lawson ads hit our shores for a particularly well-known British tea brand. Will the…
When I awoke in the hospital ward, I could tell by the gradient of light coming through nearby windows that it was a little past mid-afternoon. About 4pm. Yellow, yet crisp, the light suited the seaside town’s aspect. Ascertaining that I was surrounded by elderly people in various states of consciousness, which did not surprise me,…
Overheard: Keira and her father are playing a board game together; my daughter suddenly pipes up, “No daddy, I just want to do it the way I want to do it.” ****** The other morning the children were playing in Riley’s bed. Keira suddenly says, “The bed’s wet!” I then discovered Riley’s nappy must have leaked…
Because I am of the MTV generation and feel neither highs or lows – thanks The Simpsons – I feel somewhat qualified to hereby list the things I generally say “Meh” to. Things I can take or leave Timothy Dalton as James Bond Apricots Bubblegum flavoured ice-cream Sand Vases that are awkward sizes. Especially those…
Right, it’s 1pm and both of my children are napping. [Not that I’m complaining!] I just find it interesting how things can do a complete 180 in a matter of hours. Okay, I need to go do some work.
Phew, what a week that was last week, eh? While I’m pleased it all happened, I must admit that it was nice to have a quiet weekend. A ‘quiet’ weekend meaning having to answer lots of emails and responding to lovely, lovely comments made here and over at my new blog; then, on top of that,…
Edit: I wrote this several weeks ago. I haven’t posted it until now because…well, I’m not sure why. Part of me was like, “Girl, so TMI.” Then the other part of me said, “Girl, you live such a transparent life these days you might as well be a jellyfish.” So here I am in gloopy, slimy, tentacled…
I am posting this for two reasons: 1) This was taken one year ago today. My boy hasn’t changed all that much, except for the hair. 2) This is the precise face my husband gave me two night ago when I served him up wholegrain pasta instead of his usual white flour (is the devil) kind….
